Comfort is Death

I am well versed in confrontation with others

What I am most afraid of is confrontation with myself

I am like a bouyant wheel floating up and down with the currents of each day

What problem?

Hear the silence?

Calmest waters on this tranquil lake

But wheels aren't meant to be surfing waves

Put me on land and I squeek

Perhaps that's why God keeps disturbing my waters

The squeeky wheel gets the oil

Seek, Knock, Ask